I think about how I got here. Why I am here, doing this thing that I'm doing. Some of my reasons have shown themselves to be projections that I or someone else made upon me a long time ago. Some hold strong. Some just mean different things now than they did.

I am an artist, and I was even then. Art was what I had decided to pursue for a living, and I was working at it close to daily, regardless of how recently I had started or how good I was or if I had made a dime from it.

Trying to figure out where to start is like being adrift in the ocean. But to recognize and trust in the value of my words feels like finding my place in the world. I believe in story, I believe we learn by it and have from our beginnings. Every culture has had their versions of the same stories, and we never tire of hearing them. We never need to hear them any less.

It’s an instantaneous feeling of the most immense beauty and terror, of being cradled and safe while knowing you’ll be swallowed whole eventually. It's the sudden bolt of knowledge that you are an integral, inseparable part of everything around you, and yet completely expendable and inconsequential.

I think about how I got here. Why I am here, doing this thing that I'm doing. Some of my reasons have shown themselves to be projections that I or someone else made upon me a long time ago. Some hold strong. Some just mean different things now than they did.

I am an artist, and I was even then. Art was what I had decided to pursue for a living, and I was working at it close to daily, regardless of how recently I had started or how good I was or if I had made a dime from it.

Trying to figure out where to start is like being adrift in the ocean. But to recognize and trust in the value of my words feels like finding my place in the world. I believe in story, I believe we learn by it and have from our beginnings. Every culture has had their versions of the same stories, and we never tire of hearing them. We never need to hear them any less.

It’s an instantaneous feeling of the most immense beauty and terror, of being cradled and safe while knowing you’ll be swallowed whole eventually. It's the sudden bolt of knowledge that you are an integral, inseparable part of everything around you, and yet completely expendable and inconsequential.